Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.